I took Gus to buy a new pair of Crocs on Sunday, because he doesn't trip and smack his face on the ground enough when he's wearing sneakers, and I feel like the world could use a little more slapstick.I'm standing at the checkout counter, paying for the Crocs, and I can see Gus out of the corner of my eye sort of dancing and jiggling his hips, half-squatting and popping back up again."What are you doing?" I asked him."My peepnis fell out of my underwear!"